N.S.A.? (Unfinished)

In this sequel to F.W.B.?, twenty one year old Ethan Zylko (the cousin of Mack Zylko) is both a musical prodigy and gay man struggling to find his place in the world. After a bad break-up with his cheating boyfriend, Ethan has a one night fling on Craigslist advertising for a gay N.S.A. (No Strings Attached) encounter with twenty four year art student Rafael Garcia.

The two go their separate ways but experience a strange connection. When both are accepted to London's Art Academy, the pair are reunited and try to pick up the pieces and attempt a relationship. However, old lovers and Rafael's secret royal lineage as a prince of the small European island nation of Villatuono complicates and threatens their union. Will these two lovers resolve their baggage in order to find their happily ever after.

Find out in this gay romance story based on the short story The Commission.

Chapters:

"I can't believe that asshole did that to you!" Mack Zylko slid a
cup of tea in front of his cousin as Ethan wrapped himself in a
warm blanket and sipped the hot liquid.

"Thanks, Mack," said Ethan. "I guess I'm one of those typical
statistics of couples breaking up due to cheating! It sucks!"

Mack and his wife Jennifer offered the twenty one year old a
place to crash for a few months before flying off to attend
London's Saintsborough Arts Academy. The couple had moved in to
a new and bigger home in a gated community near Pacific Heights
and had plenty of room to spare. After Wendy, Vince, and Reggie
informed the married couple of Justin's infidelity and harsh
treatment of the lad, the pair opened their home to the young
man.

"I appreciate that you and Jen are letting me stay here," replied
Ethan with a grateful tone. Jennifer came downstairs carrying
two year old Justine in her arms while four year old Palmer
pulled at both Wendy and Vince's arms down the steps. Reggie
Paddington joined the group after wiping away his make-up in
their bathroom and slipping out of his drag clothes and into his
normal civilian attire.

"Unca Etan!" Palmer squealed. The four year old leaped into the
blond man's arms and kissed his cousin on the cheek. "Mommy said
you stay at my house!"

The twenty one year old smiled. "I sure am, squirt!" He hugged
the little boy really tight. "I've missed you, little buddy!"
Ethan stared at the four year old who carried both traits of his
parents. Palmer had Mack's facial characteristics and Caucasian
complexion but had a lighter shade of brown hair and Eurasian
dark eyes that he inherited from his mother, Jennifer. His two
year old sister, Justine, also inherited her mother's dark black
hair but had her father's skin tone and the most alluring,
piercing blue eyes he had ever seen. In short, both children
were biracially gorgeous.

She sat down next to the young man on the couch while Justine
fussed for a bit which caused Jennifer to set her down. The
little tyke ran over to her father who swept her up in her arms.

"Jen, I promise to pay whatever I can in regards to rent,
utilities, and groceries," explained the young man.

"Nonsense," Jennifer shook her head. "We're family. Stay for
free as long as you like. Also, Mack and I have been talking and
we're offering to support your tuition fee and boarding for
Saintsborough."

"Of course," laughed Mack. He danced a little bit with his
toddler in his arms and the young man was impressed by his
cousin's skills using his prosthetic leg. The former Marine was
certainly an expert in handling his disability. Even after
surviving the enemy attack in the Middle East, Mack had managed
to deal with the loss of his leg and make a happy home with his
family. To Ethan, his cousin was his hero and biggest supporter.
He decided to offer his relatives a secondary option.

"Guys, I appreciate the offer," the blond lad remarked. "But
you've been already generous and kind with me staying here. Let
me first be accepted for the music scholarship and then we'll
talk tuition."

"Fair enough," replied Mack.

"In the meantime," said Reggie who interrupted the conversation.
"Let's get you back into the dating scene."

Ethan groaned. "That's the last thing I need, Reggie. I just
broke up with my boyfriend. I'm really not in the mood to date
again."

Wendy gasped and covered the little boy's ears as his mother
seemed shock and Mack tried to stifle a giggle.

"It's means fishing, honey," said Wendy trying to innocently
clarify the drag queen's comment. "Like hooking up bait to a
fishing pole to catch fish. You know what, Palmer? Why don't I
and Uncle Vince take you and your little sister into the next
room so you can show us your Wii skills?"

"Yay!" Palmer tossed his hands up in excitement. The twenty
four year old woman carried two year old Justine in her arms
while Vince escorted Palmer into the next room where a video
gaming system was set up. This allowed Jennifer, Mack, Reggie
and Ethan to discuss things in private.

"Whoops!" Reggie apologized. "Sorry, Jen and Mack, forgot about
the kids in the room.

"Don't worry about that," smiled Jennifer. "It'll go out one ear
and out the other." She clapped her hands. "Now, Reggie, do
tell how we are going to get Ethan laid again?"

Ethan's mouth dropped. "Jen!"

"Oh hush, Ethan," the Eurasian woman scowled. "We're all adults
here. Need I remind you how Mack and I met?"

The former blond marine embraced his beautiful wife from behind.
"It was lust at first sight and I couldn't be happier." Ethan
recalled the couples' unorthodox love story. Jennifer and Mack
had been previously married but due to unforeseen circumstances
could not share any physical intimacy with their spouses. As an
alternative, the pair decided to seek out an affair online and
met through the website Craigslist where they agreed to enter
into a friends with benefits arrangement. Eventually,
the two fell in love and after both their significant others had
passed away, they were finally free to be together, marry and
have children. Ethan secretly wished something similar would
happen to him.

Reggie grinned. "That's why I'm thinking we should put out an ad
on Craigslist for someone to hookup with Ethan."

The young musician turned pale. "What? No! Absolutely not!"

Clucking his tongue, the African American gentleman tried a
different approach to convince the twenty one year old. "Don't
think of it as a hookup. Think of it as a revenge fuck.
Consider all the times Justin has been cheating on you with that
twink! At least, this time you get to fuck someone hotter and
better looking than that idiot surfer!"

"Ooooh! Let's find one with a big dick!" Jennifer added.

"Preferably one who is a bit more exotic," Mack piped in.

Ethan shook his head in disgust. "I can't believe you're playing
into this! I don't need a hookup! I don't need a revenge fuck!
And I certainly don't need a one night fuck!"

Mack folded his arms and glanced at his cousin with concern.
"Ethan, you're an awesome guy but you hide behind your talent and
don't allow yourself to be free. You're a red blooded gay man
and deserve to have a little fun. You've constantly lived for
that prick, Justin, for three years and let him use you. It's
time for you to let loose and put yourself out there."

"Mack's right," Jennifer agreed. "I know that part of your
reluctance is because of the fact that you're father abused you
since you were very young. The man is in prison now and can't
hurt you but you're choosing men who have control over you
because it's a pattern you're comfortable with. It's time that
you take back that control and let yourself go once and take a
chance. Look at me and Mack. If we didn't take the plunge and
meet online for sex, then we wouldn't be here discussing it with
you. All I can say is that you have to take a risk every now and
then."

Ethan sighed. His cousin-in-law was right. He had been living
for others and allowed someone else to take away his voice and
his control. Much of it had to do with his abusive father, Frank
Zylko. The man had suppressed him with fear to the point that he
had very little trust in people. When he began a relationship
with Justin at eighteen, Ethan gave the blond surfer full control
of the relationship and allowed him to psychological submit to
his boyfriend will just like his father did. The fact was that
Ethan Zylko had low self-esteem and accepted being a doormat in
the relationship. Well not anymore! He was determined to take
back the control. He was going to prove to Justin Wallace and
his twinky lover that he was more than an ordinary gay man with
messy hair and glasses. He was going to show them that he can be
a sex god!

"Fine!" The young musician snapped. "Let's do this thing,
Reggie! Create a profile for me online and find me a hot guy to
sleep with!"

Reggie giggled in delight. He borrowed Mack's laptop from the
counter and placed it on the coffee table. Opening up
Craigslist, he began to construct an ad.

"Okay, since Craigslist was successful for Mack and Jen," he
remarked. "I think we should go that route again. Let's see.
What should we put as the title?"

"I know!" Jen offered a suggestion. "N.S.A."

"What's that?" Ethan asked.

"No strings attached," answered Reggie. "N.S.A. " He examined
the young man as he began typing. "G.L. Good Looking. Blond,
twenty one year old gay man with gorgeous blue eyes and fit
body."

Ethan stared down at his stomach. "Fit? I just ate three slices
of pizza. I'm bloated."

"Shut up!" Reggie scowled. "You're fit and good looking and
you're going to like it!"

The musician said nothing.

The African American man continued typing. "Once again. Good
Looking. Blond, twenty one year old gay man with gorgeous blue
eyes and fit body looking for N.S.A. Preferably one who is
exotically, tall, dark and handsome and hung!"

Ethan covered his face in embarrassment. "Oh God!"

Reggie laughed as he continued stroking the keyboard. "In
addition, I need a top especially since I'm a power bottom!"

The twenty one year old nearly choked on his own saliva. He
waved his arms in protest. "Power bottom? I'm a top!"

Reggie scanned the young man up and down and shot him a sarcastic
remark. "Sure you are and I'm straight as a pin!"

Jennifer broke out into a fit of giggles. "You, Ethan? A top?
I doubt it!"

Even Mack agreed. "Sorry, cuz. But I definitely see you
enjoying being the receiver instead of the giver."

"Oh shut up!" Ethan shouted in defense. "I'm a top! I swear!"

Rolling his eyes, Reggie retyped the description. "I AM
VERSATILE. Looking for my Ass Master to hold up this caboose!
Reply with picture."

Ethan nearly fainted. "Ass Master! Hold up this caboose! This
is insane! You're making me sound like one big ho! That's it!
I'm not agreeing to this!"

Reggie ignored his friend and pressed a button on the laptop.
"Too late. Submitted the ad request."

Mack and Jennifer could not contain themselves as they rolled on
the floor with laughter. Ethan obviously was not amused.

"I hate you all!" He hissed though his teeth. "If I get a
stalker request, I swear to God I'm sending him your address!"

Jennifer's sides ached so much from laughing so hard. She panted
with a response. "Don't worry…we'll offer him your caboose
for…MR. AAAASSSSS MASTER!"

Mack cackled louder than anyone. "He'll probably leave…Once he
finds out you're a top…" Then he erupted into laughter and fell
back on the floor.

Ethan hugged himself annoyed and angry. "YOU GUYS SUCK!"

"No," laughed Reggie with a wicked glint his eye. "You're the
one who is gonna suck…the many dicks that send their requests to
you."

Once again Ethan Zylko was not amused.

Pulse pounding rhythms, flashing lights, and shirtless sweaty
bodies invaded the dance floor. Sandwiched in between two hunky
gay studs, Daniella Donati was having the time of her life as she
tossed caution into the wind and let her dark hair down. The
Villatuono princess let loose inside the club called Rainbeaux
while her older brother, Rafael Garcia, sat at the bar mixing his
vodka and soda.

"A Midori Sour," smiled the cute bartender in a tight t-shirt as
the man plopped the drink in front of him.

Rafael attempted to correct the server. "I'm sorry. I didn't
order this."

"Compliments to the patron at the end of bar," winked the
bartender. He gestured to a gorgeous looking auburn haired
gentleman who waved to him from across the room. Rafael exhaled
a breath, lifted the drink and headed toward the man. His
admirer pushed over an open bar stool to allow the artist to sit.

"Thank you…" Rafael began.

"Steve," answered the auburn haired hunk. "Steve Daltrey." He
offered his hand to which the Villatuone visitor gladly shook it.
"And you are?"

"Rafael Garcia," the artist replied.

Steve grinned. "So do you come to Rainbeaux often."

The Villatuone shook his head. "No, I'm just visiting the city.
I'm here on business."

"I can tell," laughed the stranger. "From your accent. It's
very sexy. Where are you from?"

"Villatuono," said Rafael. "It's a small island in between Spain
and Italy."

The artist educated him. "Actually, we speak a mixture of the
two. It's called Romananzi."

Cocking his head to the side and supporting it with his hand,
Steve Daltrey appeared to hang on the European man's every word.
"Fascinating. So, do you want to get out of here? Maybe go to
my place or yours?"

Rafael raised his eyebrows. "Excuse me?"

Steve repeated his request. "I said did you want to go to your
place or mine and have some fun? You know, fuck?"

The Villatuone was appalled. "I'm sorry, Mr. Daltrey, but I
think you've gotten the wrong impression of me."

"I bought you a drink!" The auburn haired patron emphasized. "I
think you're hot and we should carry this conversation maybe at
my place?"

Rafael noticed the bulge in his Steve's pants and groaned.
Putting the drink back down on the counter, the dark haired man
shot the jerk an angry look. "I'm sorry, Mr. Daltrey. I'm
simply being polite and I hoped to engage in some deep
conversation with someone but I guess I was wrong." He began to
walk away before Steve grabbed his arm.

"Rafael, wait!"

The European man turned around and forced himself to listen to
the patron's excuse.

"I'm sorry if I came off a bit forward," explained Steve. "Why
don't you tell me a little bit about yourself?"

The dark haired artist decided to give the man a chance. "As I
said before, I'm from a small country called Villatuono. I'm an
artist and I'm here to attend an artists' competition."

"Artist, huh?" The auburn haired man inquired. "Interesting. So
do you sculpt or paint."

The auburn haired patron stood up from his stool. "Would you
like to paint me naked?"

Rafael's eyes widened. "No. Why are you asking?"

A wicked glint appeared in the man's eye. "I thought I could be
your model tonight. You know I could strip down and do a little
dance." His hips began to gyrate in front of the European
artist. "Then afterwards maybe we can do some body painting?"

Rafael rolled his eyes. Offending by the man's request, he
turned his back and walked away from the jerk. "Goodbye, Mr.
Daltrey."

"JEALOUS QUEEN!" Steve Daltrey shouted from the bar. The
Villatuono gentleman ignored the rude remarked and returned to
his corner of the bar counter. The handsome bartender dropped
another Midori Sour in front of him.

"Thank you but tell that bastardo customer on the other
end that I'm not interested," said Rafael. "And inform him to go
to hell."

"Relax," grinned the server. "It's from me. Compliments from on
the house."

Rafael's face beamed as he accepted the drink. "Thank you…"

"Raymond," answered the cute bartender. "Raymond Slade."

The artist peered into Raymond's eyes. He noticed how dark brown
and mysterious they appeared. There was a certain chiseled
sculpted feature about him that reminded Rafael of a Roman statue
and his light brown hair almost resembled that of many matinee
idols that he had seen in the movies. The man was quite
impressive both in his musculature and stature and he found
himself quite enamored. Perhaps tonight's outing with Daniella
was not a total waste.

"Rafael Garcia," the European gentleman replied as he shook the
server's hand.

"Please to meet you," answered Raymond. "I could tell the other
guy was a bit of jackass so I'm glad you blew him off."

"Me too," Rafael smiled. "But all things come to those who wait.
I mean a handsome bartender offered me a drink. My luck seems
to be changing."

Raymond blushed and then paused for a moment before speaking.
"I'm sorry, Rafael, if I gave you the wrong impression. I'm
straight."

The artist turned crimson as well. His cute server was
heterosexual. He never felt more humiliated. Sucking up his
pride, he tried to not show the hurt on his face.

Raymond released a giggle. "Don't feel bad. I get propositioned
all the time. The pay is awesome and with a little flirting, the
gays tip me really well. In fact, the owners of this club are
straight so they're all equal opportunity. I felt bad for you
after seeing that asshole back harrass you after buying you a
drink. Some guys can be real pricks."

"Uh, thanks," Rafael managed to respond and gather back his
dignity. Grabbing the free drink, he began to gulp it down while
the bartender came closer with a request.

"Actually, I also have an ulterior motive," confessed the
handsome server. Pointing to Daniella on the dance floor,
Raymond stared at the alluring woman cutting a rug with a group
of shirtless gay men. "I saw you come in with her and I was
hoping…"

Rafael comprehended his intentions. "You want to meet her."

"Yeah," admitted the bartender.

Sighing, the artist beckoned for his sibling to step forward.
Daniella noticed her older brother wave to her and she politely
excused herself from her newfound friends and sauntered over to
the two men.

The young princess's eyes shot up. "Really? That's unique
especially in our current environment." Her brother's revelation
intrigued her. Pulling up a stool, she sat down at the bar.
"And you work in a gay club?"

"Like I said, the money's good and everyone seems real cool,"
explained the bartender. "Plus, I have no competition for the
women that come here."

"Except for the lesbians," Daniella teased.

The two began to laugh. Seeing his little sister smitten with
the bartender, Rafael got up to leave.

"Where are you going?" Daniella asked.

"Back to the hotel," answered the artist. "This really isn't my
scene. Plus, I'm still jetlagged from the trip and want to
rest."

The princess pouted. "But Rafael, it's San Francisco! We're
here to have some fun!"

He corrected. "You are here to have fun, Daniella. I'm here to
work. Listen, why don't you enjoy the rest of evening here with
Raymond and we'll plan on doing something tomorrow?" Glancing at
the bartender, he gave him a friendly wink. "Raymond, I trust
you will bring my little sister back to our hotel safe and
sound?"

Raymond made a crisscross gesture across his chest. "Cross my
heart."

Satisfied with his response, Rafael kissed Daniella on the cheek.
"Have fun tonight, hermana. Oh and use a condom."

Daniella clucked her tongue as he began to exit. "The same goes
for you too, mi amor!"

Shaking his head, Rafael left Rainbeaux and headed back to
Eastgate.

After showering and changing into his pajamas, the artist relaxed
on his bed and watched the local news. A small announcement of
the art exhibit appeared on the television to which made the
Villatuone even more nervous. Shutting off the tube, he decided
to use the computer in the hotel suite. Paying for the internet
service with his credit card, he decided to do some browsing of
Youtube videos before something pulsed and throbbed down in the
bottom of his pajama bottoms. He hated to admit the truth to
himself but he had to accept it.

He was horny.

How long had it been since he was intimate with someone? A few
weeks and it was with Baron Diego Hernandez. However even that
experience was empty and unsatisfying. Daniella brought him on
this trip to meet a man and though he wanted to focus on the art
exhibition, his physical needs still required sustenance.
Closing the Youtube window, he went on Craigslist due to their
international ads placed online and clicked on the San Francisco
link that promoted casual encounters. Locating the
M4M or Man for Man page, he scrolled down with
the mouse and read through the selection.

He noticed that tops were looking for bottoms and vice versa.
Others wanted their glory holes filled. Some requested to engage
in barebacking or non-condom sex; something that Rafael deeply
opposed. Then there were the endless images of dick pictures,
front and center, that really turned him off. Despite the fact
that he enjoyed the feel and the touch of a man's genitalia, he
found the idea of an individual displaying their anatomy for the
whole world to see rather arrogant. It seemed that none of ads
appealed to him. Then on a whim, he clicked on an ad that asked
for an N.S.A.

N.S.A. Good Looking. Blond, twenty one year old gay
man with gorgeous blue eyes and fit body looking for N.S.A.
Preferably one who is exotically, tall, dark and handsome and
hung. Condoms only. No drugs. Disease free.

In addition, I need a top especially since I'm a
power bottom. Actually, I AM VERSATILE. Looking for my Ass
Master to hold up this caboose!

Reply with picture.

Rafael laughed at loud at the word Ass Master. The man
sure had a sense of humor. He admired that in any male. Feeling
naughty and impulsively deciding to respond on a whim, he grabbed
his cell phone, lifted up his shirt, took a picture of his chest
minus his face, and uploaded it on the computer. He then
responded.

To Versatile,

Here's my pic and I would love to hold up your
caboose. Name the time and place.

Sincerely,

Ass Master

He hit send and giggled. I doubt anything is going to happen
but Daniella did say to have fun this week.